I'm normally a pretty chill, laid back kind of person, but I'm not completely undisciplined. I have a rule that I always remember to follow no matter what. My rule saves me from a lifetime of heartbreak and misery that almost every human being that is capable of feeling something is doomed to. It's so simple that it only takes 4 words to say. Four simple words and yet some people still don't understand my rule. They question why and when and who and how. But they don't need to hear the story because all that they need to know is my one rule. They don't have to know what I felt or how it affected me. All that they have to remember is one small phrase. Four little words. Fourteen letters. And one big meaning behind those words.
Don't fall in love.
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Liz Haley was a normal girl. Well, not really. She got detention all the time, she was always late, and she partied every night. So no, she was not normal. She has a secret, one that she worked hard to cover up. She made a vow that she would never fall in love, and that was working perfectly. But when another boy comes into her life unexpectedly, she finds herself coming closer and closer to breaking her rules. Will she be able to hide her feelings, or will she break her rules?
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Logan Tyler is the bad boy. A bit cliché, yeah, but the truth. After tragedy struck right in front of his eyes when he was young, he pushes himself to his limits, both physical and emotional, in order to prevent it from happening again. But when a certain girl pops into his life and forces him to break his rules one by one, he finds himself falling in love. Can he continue following his rules and catch himself before he falls in to deep, or will history repeat itself?
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It would mean a lot to me if you gave my story a chance and read it, but beware that it might cause
>Excessive Laughing
>Extreme Fangirling
and
>Extra Smiling
Warning-This Story May Contain References to Rape, Fighting, Drinking, Suicide, and Sex (no smut)
" this all is your fucking fault" all of a sudden I was slammed against my locker,towering over me was my arch enemy 'Sam the Dam'. My head was pounding against the hard surface,I hissed in pain glaring straight to him. He was fuming with anger like a predator ready to attack his prey. He stretched his right hand to grab my neck and placed the left one on my shoulder to keep me still. He lowered his chin to my ear and snarled "you are fucking dead 'Meth' ,if I have a slightest clue of your involvement in this shit, I will hunt you down till your last breath". I was choking on air and my vision was a blur ,for a while I thought I was going to die .Mustering all the courage that I could have found, I yanked him away from me. Mean while I was gasping for the air, that dickhead had his usual cocky smirk. I aimed at him and broke his nose ,blood oozing in droplets" want to mess with me Sammy! , first of all clear your own shit, you son of a bitch! "with that I punched hard-on his lower abdomen while he was still holding his bleeding nose, I left the locker room with a sense of victory.
Two competent boxers who can't stand each other for a moment without insulting.... Ultimately fall in love.
Man*man gay romance leave if you are homophobic.